Teh hunger...
I am very hungry but the walk to the kitchen is faaaaar too long.
Oh well, c'est la vie.
My life is much more boring than I like to admit. I do nothing, see no one, go nowhere. Becoming an adult is
awful. I used to hate high school, but more and more I find myself reminiscing about the good old times when
I had friends galore and almost too little time to see them all.
My high school friends have dissipated, due to marriage or kids or them just being stupid assholes and disowning
me for some fucked up reason or not. I try to reconcile with them, try to see them, but there is always
something in the way. They are always too busy, won't take my calls, or won't forgive me for meaningless shit
that I didn't even do.
I also miss my Rocky Point friends. During the season I had so much fun with them, but when November came they
never called me to hang out. I try to get ahold of them, but to no avail. It makes me kind of sad seeing their
MySpace photos of hanging out outside of RPHH and me not being there. I really didn't take away any day to day
friends from there. I mean I have Jeremy, and he is so great now, but no platonic friends.
I know this sounds very poor me and boo hoo athena, but ha, what else is the point of an internet blog but to
vent? I am in a very good mood otherwise. I am not sad, I just wish that people cared to see me. I don't know
what I have become that made so many people loose interest in me. Maybe if they told me I could change...
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In other news, things are going so well with Jeremy. I was apprehensive taking him back, worried that he could
never change, that he would treat me the same that he always did. But things are so different now. I am
happier now with him than I was when we first met. I know him inside and out, he knows me, and I am
comfortable around him and with my secrets.
I love him. I am so happy that he FINALLY realized that he truely loves me too. When we are together I can
stare into his eyes for hours and his touch still sends tingles up my spine. I want to spend my life with this
man. I want to grow old with him, and have kids with huge eyes and sticky outty ears.
I am happy, I just wish I had some friends to share my joy with.
Oh well, c'est la vie.
My life is much more boring than I like to admit. I do nothing, see no one, go nowhere. Becoming an adult is
awful. I used to hate high school, but more and more I find myself reminiscing about the good old times when
I had friends galore and almost too little time to see them all.
My high school friends have dissipated, due to marriage or kids or them just being stupid assholes and disowning
me for some fucked up reason or not. I try to reconcile with them, try to see them, but there is always
something in the way. They are always too busy, won't take my calls, or won't forgive me for meaningless shit
that I didn't even do.
I also miss my Rocky Point friends. During the season I had so much fun with them, but when November came they
never called me to hang out. I try to get ahold of them, but to no avail. It makes me kind of sad seeing their
MySpace photos of hanging out outside of RPHH and me not being there. I really didn't take away any day to day
friends from there. I mean I have Jeremy, and he is so great now, but no platonic friends.
I know this sounds very poor me and boo hoo athena, but ha, what else is the point of an internet blog but to
vent? I am in a very good mood otherwise. I am not sad, I just wish that people cared to see me. I don't know
what I have become that made so many people loose interest in me. Maybe if they told me I could change...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In other news, things are going so well with Jeremy. I was apprehensive taking him back, worried that he could
never change, that he would treat me the same that he always did. But things are so different now. I am
happier now with him than I was when we first met. I know him inside and out, he knows me, and I am
comfortable around him and with my secrets.
I love him. I am so happy that he FINALLY realized that he truely loves me too. When we are together I can
stare into his eyes for hours and his touch still sends tingles up my spine. I want to spend my life with this
man. I want to grow old with him, and have kids with huge eyes and sticky outty ears.
I am happy, I just wish I had some friends to share my joy with.